“Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I should take just a bit less of you,” she said on a shaky breath.
Brat. “Give it a minute. You’ll get used to me. I promise, love. I’ll make this good.”
Her hands came up, threading into his hair. “It’s all right. I don’t know that I’m so good at this part.”
It was one of those times that he likely should stop and spank her silly, but he couldn’t. This was too important. This suddenly didn’t feel like play. He was buried inside her and it was bloody important. “We’re going to be very good at this. We’re going to practice and I do promise you’ll come. I’m going to make sure of it.”
He ground his pelvis down, hitting her clit, watching her eyes darken.
Her hands moved restlessly from his hair to his shoulders, as if she wasn’t sure what to do with them. He knew.
“Grip my arse.” He wanted her hands on him, letting him know how much she wanted his cock.
Those soft hands of hers skimmed across his body until they settled on his cheeks.
“I’m better now.” She gave him a hard squeeze.
“No, you’re not, but you will be. Hold on tight. Be rough with me. I’ll fucking love it. You leave your mark on me. God knows I intend to leave mine on you.” With a long sigh of relief, he slid out and then thrust back in. This time she accommodated him, his thrust easy and sure.
Damon let himself go. She was writhing under him, her hands trying to hold him deep. It was a fight, but the best kind. She tried to keep his cock inside and he fought for the friction, every thrust and pull a drag on his cock. He pounded into her, twisting his hips so he caught her clit.
Her whole body tightened, her nails digging into his skin as she came on a long moan. His cock was caught, strangled by her orgasm, thrusting him into his own.
Nothing had ever felt as good as filling Penelope Cash with his come. Over and over he thrust in, giving her every ounce he had inside him.
Finally, a deep sense of peace thrumming through him, he collapsed on her. Resting his face against her neck. His world was filled with her. Her scent, the way her chest moved against his, warm arms around him. He could drown in her.
His mobile trilled.
The room stilled, time seeming to stop. He always answered his mobile because it was always work. He didn’t have a bunch of friends who called and interrupted him. He had work and they called when it was important.
“Don’t, Damon.” Her face was red, her lips tight, and now the tears showed up as though she couldn’t stand to have him walk away even to answer his mobile. Their intimacy was fragile.
He ignored it. Fuck whoever was calling him. They would call back. This was his time with her. This felt oddly sacred, and he didn’t want it interrupted. He wanted to hold her, cuddle with her and kiss her all over again.
Her mobile trilled.
“They’ll go away.” He willed them all to go the bloody hell away.
The intercom buzzed, and Ian Taggart’s voice came over the speaker. “Knight, get your ass down here. We’re wanted at headquarters. Apparently your friend has been causing trouble, and he’s after your girl. Let’s go.”
Baz was after her? Baz knew about Penelope, knew the way to get to him was through her. A sudden vision of Penelope cold and dead struck his brain like a hammer. He was supposed to protect her. How could he protect her when he couldn’t stop fucking her long enough to answer his bloody phone?
He was supposed to be in control, but she stripped it away from him. He had to get it back, and he wouldn’t do it by cuddling with her. He was trapped between giving her what he knew she needed and keeping distant enough to be effective.
He rolled off the bed and started for the shower. He needed to think.
“Damon?”
“Get dressed. We have work to do.” He didn’t look back. He really couldn’t stand to see her cry.
Chapter Eight
Penny sat next to Damon, their chairs almost touching, but she might as well have been in another country. Nigel’s office was silent, lit only with the fluorescents above. There was no such thing as opening a window at headquarters. The windows were treated so no one could see in, every pane bulletproof.
Since the moment he’d gotten the word that Baz was still running about London causing trouble, Damon had shut down. There had been no more caresses or hugs. No kisses. No dirty talk. When he’d come out of the shower, he’d been distant. Not cold exactly. He’d given her an encouraging smile, but he’d held himself apart.
She could still feel his cock deep inside her, but he was miles away.
“Are you all right?”
He’d asked her more than once, but she just gave him a tight smile. He seemed to have shifted to treating her with an awkward politeness, like he hadn’t made love to her an hour before. “I am, Damon. Where is Nigel? Why didn’t you bring the rest of the team in?”
The Taggarts were sitting outside in the waiting room. They’d ridden over in Damon’s Benz. Damon and Taggart had talked quietly, but she’d just looked out the window.
For one brief moment, she’d felt so connected to him, so close. She’d never felt as open and free as she had when Damon had taken over.
She really hated Basil Champion.
“Nigel wants to talk to us first,” Damon explained.
The door opened, and Nigel walked through looking like he hadn’t slept well the night before. The lines around his eyes seemed to have deepened over the course of the weekend.
He strode straight to his desk. “Harris was discovered with two bullets in his chest early this morning. Champion got through hospital security. A nurse found the body.”
He flipped open a folder and tossed it on the desk. Penny couldn’t help the gasp that came out of her throat. Harris was lying across a mattress, blood staining the white sheets, his eyes wide open and staring up.
Damon’s hand shot out, slamming the folder closed. “You didn’t have to show her that.”
Nigel’s eyes narrowed. “You’re the one who made her a field agent.”
“Under my command and I will decide what she does and doesn’t see. Don’t pull that shit with me, Nige. You know damn well I mean to protect her from this. Penelope, wait outside.”
Nigel shook his head. “Absolutely not. She has every right to know what’s happening. If you’re telling me you don’t trust her enough, then I’ll shove her right back behind a desk. This is serious. We have an agent dead.”